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cosmal · 1 year

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cake — send me in a character and a prompt and i’ll write you a blurb!

tasm!peter x reader who’s insecure about their stretch marks or hip dips or being flat chested!!! literally any or all of those. he’d be the most comforting ever I’m swooning. (this is not self indulgent at all btw)

spiderwebs

summary peter makes you feel better about your stretch marks.

content tasm!peterparker x fem!reader, reader has body image issues

note mal i love you for this shut up. also I love u.

Peter is kissing you. He's been kissing you for the past ten minutes and you feel like your entire body is on fire.

He hovers above you but still keeps his weight pushed into your torso until you feel breathless with it. Where his elbow is firm up against your side, and his hand at your throat with his thumb in your pulse point.

You feel like you could melt right into the mattress every time he sucks on your bottom lip or when he pulls away to look at you. He blinks hard and says, "Shit," under his breath like he's amazed. You feel quite alike.

He sneaks down the bed, pushing the heavy quilt down until it slides off to the floor. He looks up at you where you're panting, head turned to the side and pushed into your pillow. A smile that Peter thinks is quite unravelling. He starts to push your shirt up, over the bump of your belly and holds it below your bralette.

He starts to kiss along your stomach and you freeze. He peppers tiny wet smacks over the skin you really wish he wouldn't. Weeks of doing your best of keeping your top on around him and hiding yourself from your boyfriend unravel and you shouldn't be this terrified about it.

You push your hands into his curls and say his name. He seems too busy. "Hey, baby," you say quietly, voice shaky when you don't want it to be.

Peter must feel you tense up. He lifts his face and looks worried, hair a mess and eyebrows pinched. His swollen lips glisten under the light on his bedside table.

"You okay?'' he asks gently, sitting up on his arm. "Did I do something?"

You feel worse when he asks because it's not his fault. You shouldn't be so jumpy around your boyfriend when he touches you. "No, I just..." you can't find it in you to explain it to him because you feel stupid. Especially when he'd been loving on you so hard.

"You're not feeling sick?" he gets up and tucks his feet under him to kneel, half a breath away from a panic.

You sit up too, leaning back on your elbows, frowning. "No, I'm...I'm okay, don't worry about it, baby."

He smooths a hand down your stomach and you tense up again unthinkingly. "You sure you're okay?"

You duck your head down and worry you're acting childish. "It's silly."

He squeezes your thigh and smiles something that calms you more than you think he knows. Soft eyes and even worse cheeks, appled and creased around his mouth. "I'm sure it's not."

"I just," you bite your tongue for a moment and work up enough courage to say more. It doesn't take much because he's just Pete. He'd never make you feel bad for feeling things. "I have stretch marks down there. Like on my belly and my hips."

Peter grins. "I know right." Your stomach churns. "They're so cool, huh?"

"What?"

He holds your hip and it startles you how much you don't hate it this time. His thumb traces over the marks absentmindedly like he already knows their path. "They're so pretty."

Your mouth feels a little dry. "Pete..."

He tamps it down a notch, nibbling his bottom lip unthinkingly. "Sorry, okay..." he starts, shuffling up the bed to meet you. "I love them."

"You do?" It's easier to stare at his nose than look into his sparkly eyes.

"Yeah," he nods, hair all floppy, "I think they're amazing."

"They're not ugly?" You hate yourself when you ask it. You're not sure why you do.

"Not at all. Look," he lifts up his shirt and turns to face his hip to you, "I have them too. Grew up too fast, I think."

You reach out to touch them. Running your fingertips over the marks along his hip and in towards his tummy. You think they look a lot nicer on him than they do you. You hum under your breath, you'd never noticed them before, and if you did, they hadn't bothered you one bit. You think he must feel the same way.

"They're pretty," you say quietly, more to yourself. You feel him shiver under your light touch.

"Not as much as yours." Pete falls down again until he's leaning over your stomach again. He kisses over them and you don't feel the need to tell him to stop this time. You relax like butter in the hot sun. You feel just as warm.

He suckles the soft skin and you twitch. "Pete," you gasp.

He pulls back looking proud, mouth popping crudely. "Yours are like little spiderwebs."

You feel a little dizzy suddenly, your arms wobbling under your weight. You lay back down before Peter can make fun of you for it. "Spiderwebs, huh?" you say breathlessly to the ceiling.

"Yeah," he agrees. Suddenly he's above you. Boyish grin that burns brighter than the downlight you were staring at. You close your eyes lest you're blinded by his charm. "It's like a part of me on you. Not as sticky though."

"Jesus," you giggle.

"Do you have any more?" he suddenly asks.

"Huh?"

He bounces up. "Any other marks? I wanna kiss them all. Gotta show my girl how much I love them."

"Peter, no."

"No, you don't have any, or no you don't want me to kiss you?" he asks incredulously. "That's really mean, baby."

"You're unbelievable." You can't help but laugh some more.

"Quick, give me your arms, I wanna look." Peter reaches for you and you roll over out of his grasp.

Peter searches until he finds them. You're less than horrified when he does, you're genuinely happy you have others he can touch. He kisses them for what feels like hours until you convince him it's your turn.

You kiss his until he's putty.

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7ndipity · 3 months

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Jin Nsfw Headcanons

Jin x Reader

Warnings: +18 mdni, Smut. Mentions of oral(f. receiving), pain kinks, not proofread

A/N: We’ve made it to the last, but certainly not least, member on the list, our sweet Jinnie!

Masterlist

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He’s a very soft switch, tho I can’t shake the feeling that he’s a lil sub leaning. He truly doesn’t care who takes the lead tho, he just wants you both to feel good.

(If anything, he’s a power bottom. He absolutely loves having you on top where he can watch as he thrusts up into you)

He is a romantic at heart tho, so he loves soft, slow sex where you’re not rushing anything, just relishing the feeling of your lips on him, your skin beneath his fingers, your wet heat clenching around him.

That being said, he’s a lil bit freaky, and very honest about it, in spite of his shyness(I’ll never understand the vanilla perception so many people have of him). Like, he will just bring up random things he wants to try over dinner, like “How do you feel about breathplay?”. It doesn’t matter to him that he can feel his ears burning as you talk.

He has such a casual, curious approach to things, so he’s always down for buying new toys or tools and trying out new dynamics/scenes with you.

Majorslight pain kink, though I’m not sure if he realizes it entirely. He just knows that it feels really good when you’re rough with him and slap or scratch him, especially along his back and inner thighs(lowkey think he might also have a thing for biting, but👀)

Utterly obsessed with your thighs, he lives for having them wrapped around his waist or head(will 100% ask you to intentionally suffocate him with them just a lil bit when he eats you out). Even just wearing shorts or a short skirt around him is enough to make him hard and needy.

Without a doubt, the whiniest member. He starts out on the quieter side with breathy moans and whimpers, but once the pleasure starts to build, he cannot shut his mouth, letting out drawn-out whines and strangled cries. He even whines while giving you head.

Which, btw, he’s amazing at. You can’t look at that mouth and tell me he’s bad at oral.(I mean, you can, but you’d be wrong).

Praise kink for sure. He just wants to know that he’s doing a good job making you feel good and that you love him. Another member who’ll absolutely buckle if you call them a good boy(use this info with caution tho)

Taglist: @sopebubbles-replies @btsw1fe @this-must-be-my-tardis @whitefoxgirl @bethanysnow @coffeedepressionsoup @main-bangtansmauyeondan @feminympho @a-gayish-unicorn

#seokjin headcanons #seokjin smut #seokjin scenarios #seokjin reaction #jin smut #jin headcanons #seokjin x reader #seokjin x y/n #bts headcanons #bts reaction #bts requests #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts scenarios #bts reactions #bts smut #7ndipity

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littlelordfuckler0y · 6 months

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enzo st. john x fem!reader Instagram au

hi anon if you’re seeing this I hope you like it :)

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yourusername mystic falls autumn how I missed you

@gilbertelenaaaa mystic falls missed you too

@yourusrname I didn’t go to war man I was just getting masters

@dam0nsalvat0re oh I heard the rat problem is back

@bonbonniie he literally crossed boxes in calendar each day till ‘y/n gets back’ btw ^^

@yourysrname HAHAHAHAHHA SOFTY ASS

@dam0nsalvat0re @bonbonniee you literally had no business making that public information

@stefaNN18 Welcome back y/n!! We missed you!! 🥰💕

@yourusrname the mom energy your texting style radiates💀

@itsenzo ah heard a lot about you love, welcome home or whatever

@carebear you return my mugs to me or I SWEAR there will be consequences

@yourusrname I’ll see YOU in court

gilberelenaaaa for future reference: don’t ask y/n to watch the stove

@gilberelenaaaa not even for two seconds

@bonbonniie that is some serious witchcraft wow

@yourusrname sorry for trying to be helpful

@1tsenzo nice try! never try again 👍

@yourusrname you literally eat burnt toast for breakfast

@1tsenzo it’s called English brown bread toast

@yourusrname you’re so cheap you’d probably eat anything

@1tsenzo anything…? When you put it like that I can certainly think of a few things I’d be interested in eating

@yourusrname what happened to shame?

@carebear EW HES SO GROSS

@stefaNN18 is everyone alright? xx

@gilberelenaaaa yeah dw we have had a fire extinguisher on stand by

1tsenzo hate this woman’s guts

@yourusrname I call it divine intuition

@1tsenzo we spent half an hour trying to get out of the herd???????? and I have goat piss all over me????????

@yourusrname and? and?

@bonbonniiee CUTIE

@1tsenzo thanks

@yourusrname it was directed to me

@1tsenzo on MY post? Not everything is about you love

@bonbonniie it was directed to her though

@yourusrname HAHAHAHAHHA SEE

@dam0nsalvat0re where are you two???

@1tsenzo idk I was just giving y/l/n a ride

@dam0nsalvat0re why?

@1tsenzo because she asked me to…?

@stefaNN18 since when do YOU do things for other people that aren’t a felony in some way voluntarily???

yourusername Caroline tells you to get the dress? You get the dress.

@bonbonniiee amen

@dam0nsalvat0re even if it’s matching with your grandma

@yourusrname SHUT THE FUCK UP

@dam0nsalvat0re can’t unsee it can you?

@stefaNN18 do not listen to Damon he doesn’t know what he’s talking about polka dots are sooooo back again

@dam0nsalvat0re okay Miranda Priestly

@1tsenzo wow.

@carebear ABSOLUTELY STUNNING

1tsenzo dress like your girlfriend day

@carebear LMAOOOO WHAT

@carebear You?? Don’t?? Have?? A?? Girlfriend??

@1tsenzo yet

@gilbertelanaaaa does he think he’s pulled off dressing like y/n

@yourusrname ????????????????????????

@1tsenzo you’re just jealous I wear polka dot better than you

@gilbertelenaaaa it’s so difficult to tell if he’s flirting with y/n or fighting with her

@1tsenzo a secret third thing

@yourusrname he’s being a bitch

@stefaNN18 delete

@dam0nsalvat0re have you by chance ever heard the term self respect?

@1tsenzo I couldn’t care less mate she is SO lovely I really don’t think much about much

@dam0nsalvat0re can y/n just go out with him at this point I feel nauseous

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None of the pictures are mine I save them from Pinterest

If people want I could do more parts of this (I am dying to) let me know if you’d like to be tagged and thanks you for the request!!!!!!!

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whyse7vn · 9 months

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BOOK CLUB -

[ ot7 x reader ]

MILLIONAIRE CLUB + tae

8 participants - 8 online

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tae: my girl tell me to shut up and i do

hobi: do you have schizophrenia

jk: ong

my girl tell me to shut up i kill myself

yoongi: it’s 6 in the morning

tae: so…

i’ve been seeing someone…

jimin: as in dating??

namjoon: therapy?

hobi: hallucinations?????

y/n: gm 😚

jk: omg my girl online what do i do >.<

jin: send nudes

jk: u first

jin: ?

jk: ??

jin: send it to HER

jk: ohhhhh

yoongi: ur girl?

namjoon: our book is out btw

tae: we wrote a book?

jk: did my story about the aggressive zebra in my room make it in

jimin: what

tae: i don’t remember writing a book

namjoon: no

jk: wtf :/

hobi: he needs to leave those drugs ALONE i’m telling you

jin: awoman

tae: did you write it without me??

y/n: if exo and superjunior are at our doors with ak47’s and bombs in the next 48 hours don’t act surprised

jimin: i could take them all tbh 🥱

jk: in bed?

jimin: stop talking to me

tae: do i still get paid for the book?

namjoon: ur overreacting

jimin: ????

DID YOU NOT SEE WHAT THAT NASTY MANCHILD SAID??????

namjoon: not you

y/n: I AM NOT

they’re gonna come get us i’m not joking

hobi: what if they bring all of nct with them

yk for back up

y/n: the end of bts for realzies

yoongi: dramatic

jk: let’s bomb the sm building

tae: is it like a colouring book?

namjoon: tae stop talking

tae: ur not my girl i don’t answer to you

hobi: where do we get a bomb?

jimin: bet namjoon knows

namjoon: ??

why would i know

jin: but i like shinee

y/n: REAL

we have to think about this

yoongi: still 6 in the morning btw

jimin: okay big ben like???

jin: yoongi can you not be a hater rn

yoongi: get a job

jin: i just wrote a book actually

namjoon: technically

jin: shut the FUCK up

tae: SO YOU DID DO IT WITHOUT ME

hobi: what if we bombed it while shinee wasn’t there

jk: what about nct??

i think they’re cool

jimin: idc what you think tbh

y/n: i agree

jimin: great minds think alike

y/n: make sure shinee and nct are out

ALL of nct

jimin: nvm

jin: isn’t there like 400 of them

lowkey impossible

namjoon: 400 is a major exaggeration

there like 20 of them??

something like that

y/n: gotta make sure marks safe >.<

yoongi: ?

jk: what

tae: is the book only in korean?

jin: someone put a muzzle on him omg

hobi: isn’t he into that?

jin: ur right the only option is to kill myself

jimin: this bomb plan is getting long i’m out

hobi: yikes

same

y/n: hobi :C

hobi: sorry :c

jk: i’m also out i have a new mission

jimin: to shower??

sorry couldn’t help myself

i’m actually not sorry

i could help myself

i like to lie sometimes

jin: kim seokjin is also out

y/n: fine me it’s gonna be me yoongi and joon to save us all then

namjoon: i never said i was in?

y/n: you never said you were out?

namjoon: out

yoongi: i’m not involved

y/n: FINE

you all SUCK

poor lonely y/n will save the day then

assholes

we have to get them first

like are you guys suicidal??

hobi: a bit

y/n: i’m just gonna save myself then

hobi: saving you saving me

i really love nct

y/n: hope they get you first

hobi: i’ll literally become an nct member

i’ll be in wayV

jk: ur not chinese

unless…

jin: wayV isnt nct that’s two different groups??

namjoon: isn’t the group just called nct 127?

jin: like they are all under 127?

yoongi: so what’s nct dream then?

jimin: isn’t there an nct u??

jk: me?

jin: so the people that sung the perfume song are 127 not wayv???

y/n: no dojaejung are a separate unit

but they are also in nct 127

namjoon: what

yoongi: superm is also 127?

jimin: i’m having a stroke

this is so jin core

jin: excuse me??

jimin: ??

hobi: fake fans

you would never understand this nct life i live

namjoon: ur right

yoongi: what is going on

jk: have fun with nct i’ll miss you

jin: i’m back on the plan of bombing sm cuz wtf was that

unnecessary as HELL

down with sm

and all their fucking units

tae: can i get my money from the book now or…

yoongi: why are you still talking about the book

jimin: the broke era is really getting bad

y/n: begging for money is insane

tae: i’m NOT begging

y/n: so what are you doing?

tae: humbly asking for my cut?

i’m a businessman

i’m a millionaire for a reason

namjoon: act like it

tae: um?

rude but i’ll let it slide

pay up

now

someone

anyone

preferably now would be nice

JIMIN DID YOU JUST REQUEST 4K FROM ME WHAT THE HELL??

jimin: don’t have it millionaire?

tae: ofc i do!!!!!

but why in my right mind would i give YOU out off all people any of MY money

y/n: if you are in ur right mind i must be fucking insane oh my god

jin: about to cut some watermelon

hobi: yummy

jk: what if nct are all robots made by russia to spy on all of us

tae: what

jk: i’ll kill mark first

to test the theory

tae: ur not talking about my money and it’s making me itch stfu pls

yoongi: itch?

hobi: are you a crack addict?

jimin: namjoon would know a lot about that

namjoon: no i wouldn’t

stop saying that

jin: this watermelon just squirted on me

feeling violated

y/n: wtf?

hobi: i don’t think that’s normal

jimin: how tf a watermelon squirt

jk: pics

yoongi: what is wrong with you

namjoon: let’s do a phone detox

let’s all turn our phones off

for a month

tae: IM ITCHINGGGGG

jimin: namjoon 1 hour off the drugs

hobi: highkey gross get some cream or something??

jin: right i’m trying to eat here

namjoon: i don’t do drugs

jin: what if i sent a watermelon with a bomb in it to sm

namjoon: leave sm alone

jin: never

i’ll send a bomb for every unit they confused the poor world with

jk: 82

jimin: something about that number seems wrong

jk: 127

yoongi: didn’t laugh

y/n: think you did

tae: itched so hard i’m bleeding

hobi: we’re gonna let them kill tae before the bombs are sent right?

tae: ??

jin: that’s stupid

tae: right like 😭😭

jin: ofc lmao

tae: what

y/n: now we have a book out can we start a book club

namjoon: that would be cute

yoongi: idk if tae knows how to read like that

jk: i love boobs

*books

i SWEAR I MEANT TO SAY BOOKS

PLS BELIEVE ME

jimin: i don’t believe you

jk: PLS

tae: i love the sound of “book club”

hobi: ???

y/n: “book club”??

tae: what?

jin: he’s gonna say something dumb

tae: book club is code for sex?

jin: told you

y/n: what

hobi: bro

jk: it is?

yoongi: no

tae: guys i think ur getting old

all the kids know that

jk: i would like to try book club

did i say it right?

like the kids would

tae: no it’s gotta be more like

wanna join my book club 😉

jk: wanna join my book club 😉

tae: perfect

jk: i don’t have a book club tho

tae: that doesn’t matter

jk: i don’t like lying

i don’t think i can do this

yoongi: same

yoongi left “MILLIONAIRES CLUB + tae”

tae: he’s mad he’s old

doesn’t know the slang of todays children

jin left left “MILLIONAIRES CLUB + tae”

tae: lame

@y/n wanna join my book club 😉

y/n left “MILLIONAIRES CLUB + tae”

jk: DON’T TALK TO HER LIKE THAT YOU NASTY LITTLE LIAR

jk left “MILLIONAIRES CLUB + tae”

tae: lol wtf he mad as hell

hobi left “MILLIONAIRES CLUB + tae”

jimin left “MILLIONAIRES CLUB + tae”

namjoon: i really hope the person that you’re seeing is actually a therapist

namjoon left “MILLIONAIRES CLUB + tae”

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camaro-and-smokes · 4 months

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✨ This is my contribution to the Harringrove Relay Race! ✨ @harringrove-relay-race

Screwdriver

S: I'm not looking to fuck right now, but my bathroom sink is currently flooding the bathroom

S: I know it's kind of random, but can I borrow a flathead screwdriver by any chance?

S: I don't really know my neighbours and you're the closest person to me on Grindr

S: 😅

Billy stared at the four messages he'd received, not quite knowing what to think about them. They were from Steve, the guy he'd been messaging on Grindr for a while here and there.

It had been a kind of a mistake for Billy to even see Steve's profile. Steve had said he had been meaning to delete the whole profile since all he'd gotten through it was heartache and pain, but then had decided against it. Billy had the same kind of experience, so he'd suggested that they could just talk. And Steve had agreed.

They really didn’t know that much about each other, they talked about just casual stuff; work, TV shows and such. But Billy didn’t have anything special to do that evening, so why not. Steve seemed like a decent guy and Billy had an extensive selection of tools at home because of the Camaro he’d kept as a second car since it always needed something to be fixed.

B: Yeah why not.

B: Send me your address and I’ll bring it. BTW you should turn off the main water in case you haven’t yet.

Billy put his phone into his back pocket and went to the garage to rummage through his tools. Soon the phone blipped with a message.

S: Thanks, the water’s turned off. I’m panicking, didn’t even think of that. The address is 357 Oak Street, 3rd floor.

Billy snorted.

B: No problem. I'll be there in fifteen.

Steve didn’t actually live that far from Billy, which was surprising. Billy was sure he had never seen Steve around. Brown-haired, doe-eyed and tall men were his kryptonite. He was pretty sure he’d remember a guy looking like Steve.

He parked his truck and Steve buzzed him in.

Billy stepped out of the elevator in Steve’s floor. It wasn’t hard to know which one was Steve’s door: it was the one ajar through which he heard cursing. He walked to the door and knocked on it before opening the door wider.

“Hey, it’s Billy,” he said after he opened the door and couldn't see anyone in the corridor.

“Yeah, come in, I’m a bit busy right now,” came from somewhere behind the open door. “Shut the door.”

Billy closed the door and turned to look at the corridor opening behind the door – and almost inhaled the gum he’d been chewing, followed by a coughing fit.

Steve was on his knees on the bathroom floor, leaning under the sink into the sink cabinet – his ass high up in the air, clad in nothing but wet, green basketball shorts that were glued to his ass and his hairy legs – jesus christ how can someone be that hairy – and not leaving any other assets to imagination either.

He backed out from the cabinet, turned around and sat on the floor. “Oh good, thank fucking lord,” he let out, looking tired but clearly relieved. When he saw Billy all red from coughing, his expression turned worried. “You okay?”

Billy nodded, still trying to catch his breath, and lifted the toolbox in his hand.

Steve got up and walked to the bathroom door, looking flustered and rubbing his hands to his thighs.

For fuck's sake would you stop doing that Harrington.

Billy was half hard already from seeing that wet ass, no further sights needed.

“I wish we could’ve met under other circumstances,” Steve said, smiling awkwardly, not knowing where to place his hands, on his hips, his arms crossed, again finding their place on his hips. He pointed at the toolbox. “Uh… I needed only one...”

Think about the tools. THE TOOLS.

“There are more than one size,” Billy croaked before coughing a few last times to his sleeve. “You didn’t tell me which, so I brought all I have.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?” Billy asked, his brows raising.

This is turning into a porn film cliché.

Steve turned red and grimaced, trying to turn it into an awkward smile. “Like I said in the message, I panicked.”

If he curls his hair around his finger and bats his eyelashes a few times I swer I won't be able to hold it.

Billy looked Steve in the eyes for a moment, trying to concentrate to all possible horrors of mismanaging a burst water pipe or a broken tap could cause. Then his eyes fell to Steve’s chest and the dark hair, a lot of it, that was clearly visible under the wet white t-shirt and he felt himself blushing.

Act normal, act normal, act normal....

To keep his thoughts on the task, Billy set the toolbox on the floor and took off his jacket and set it on the chair that was in the corridor. “Okay, let me take a look. Is the floor wet?”

Steve shook his head as he stepped aside to let Billy into the bathroom. “Not anymore. I mopped the floor, but I just didn’t see a point in changing clothes. Didn’t want to get the rest of my wardrobe wet.”

The bathroom was small, so they brushed against each other just a little as they passed, enough for Billy to get a whif of Steve's scent. He smelt of cedar wood, hairspray and a little sweat – a winning combo, apparently, since Billy's had to hold back a whimper and lock his eyes to the sink cabinet. “You didn’t think to call a plumber?” he asked, trying to keep his voice even, as he squatted in front of the sink and looked into the cabinet to check what kind of screws he had to open.

“I did. The one I reached said that if the drain isn’t clogged and the tap isn't leaking there’s no point in me paying for the nighttime extra and that he comes to fix it first thing in the morning. But he said that I should get rid of anything that’s under the sink so that he can get to work when he arrives. So I was doing that when I realized that I didn’t even have a coin I could try to pry open the screws.”

Billy took a deep breath. “Okay, well, that’s good. Based on your messages I was afraid that you were trying to fix the pipes with the screwdriver.”

Steve snorted, amused. “Well, I might not be a handyman but even I’m not that dumb.”

Billy looked up at Steve with a smirk. “You need to take this cabinet out for the plumber?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, it’s good then that I brought my whole toolbox then because not all of these won’t open with a flathead, they need a Phillips.”

“They need a what now?” Steve asked, raising his eyebrows.

Clueless pretty thing, definitely checks the box.

Billy got up and chuckled. “I’ll take the cabinet apart for you, now that I’m here. But could I get a glass of water first? The coughing…”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” Steve said and left the bathroom to fetch it.

Billy was setting up the electric screwdriver when Steve returned with the glass.

Steve was still wearing the same wet clothes, because of course he was.

I want to claw those off and bury my face into that chest hair.

Steve looking down at himself all of a sudden made Billy realize that he had probably stared a bit too intensively and blushing. He downed his water quickly before handing the empty glass back to Steve.

“Uh… I’ll leave you to it,” Steve said, smirking. “I'll go change.”

Yeah, you had to point that out. What, you want me to follow instead of taking this shit apart and fuck your brains off?

Well, okay, maybe Billy wanted to do that, but that was not what they'd agreed upon. Better if he stayed on his lane, for now.

This isn't a porn film, not a porn film...

“Yeah, this shouldn’t take long,” Billy replied, not daring to look back at Steve again, and got to work.

Once he had taken the cabinet apart he put away his tools and looked into the living room where the bathroom opened to. Steve was sitting on the couch, staring intently at his laptop and tapping away. He was wearing eyeglasses, something Billy hadn’t seen in any of the photos Steve had shared online. They fit him, framing his face nicely. Billy's eyes wandered lower and he realized that Steve was wearing only sweatpants, his glorious chest hair all on display. There was a lot of it indeed.

I want to press my nose into that, snuggle into it, run my fingers through it, tug it when I come. He cleared his throat. “Uh, I took the cabinet apart.”

Steve looked up, smiling and put the laptop away. “Hey, that’s awesome. Thanks, man! How can I repay you?” he asked as he walked to Billy.

Do not think about it, do not think about it, DO NOT…

“Uh...” Billy managed to get out, rubbing his neck with his hand. This wasn't a fucking porn film, he reminded himself, even if a handyman came to fix something at the house and oops, only the good looking little missus is at home, wearing skimpy clothes and instead of fixing anything they end up fucking against the kitchen counter like horny bunnies. Okaaayyy, well, Steve had been wearing wet skimpy clothes that left nothing to imagination and now he was wearing even less, he was maybe also a bit clueless and…

Billy tried to keep his head in check and glued his eyes on Steve's face. “Can I take you to dinner?”

Steve raised his eyebrow and measured Billy from head to toes with a lazy gaze.

Billy felt naked.

Steve smiled. “Uh… Should I be the one doing that, though?” He was quiet for a moment and smirked. “What if I'm all out of money and you have to get your pay, are there other ways I could do that?”

Billy swallowed and turned beet red. He let out a laugh and licked his lower lip.

Steve hooked his right thumb on the waistband of his sweats, pulling it down a bit and revealing the beginning of a very hairy happy trail.

The fucker.

Billy started to unbutton his shirt. “Well... Maybe we could come to a mutual agreement about that.”

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adventuringblind · 9 months

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Drive With You Forever

Chapter Four: Charles is confused

Max verstappen x lando Norris x Charles Leclerc x reader

Chapter summary: Charles leclerc has always known he's weird. Maybe it takes someone just as weird as him to discover he's not alone.

Warnings: Reader discovers sexuality is a thing, almost a car crash, injury description, allusions to past abuse

Notes: Yay! Charles content! This chapter is wicked long, btw. I got carried away... oops.

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Charles Leclerc had always known he was different. He just got a confirmation during his rookie season with Sauber.

He tried to keep his head down and show his talent, yet things never went to plan.

He was glad to be racing with Max again. His rival until Max practically flew up the ranks and Charles was stuck moving at the same speed he always had. Far to slow for his liking.

Now he’d achieved his dream. It’s 2019 and he’s driving for Ferrari alongside Sebastian vettel.

Everything seemed to be okay for now. Aside from his weird attraction to his stupid rival and his girlfriend who spent majority of her time in the Ferrari garage.

He noticed it last year and made it a point to stay as far away as possible from them. And for some reason it felt like fate was laughing at him because he always ran into the two.

Awkward. Stumbling. Stuttering.

He hated himself for this. He hated that he couldn’t just be normal. Fall for someone he actually had a chance with. Not the two most taken people in the paddock.

It didn’t help the Pierre constantly talked his ear off about them. Complaining that Max never shuts up about her. A lovely nail in the coffin.

Now at Ferrari he spent so much time around her that he was mentally hitting his head on a rock.

She’s weird and doesn’t get human interactions sometimes. She literally talks about the car all the time. She’s told him a few times what the strategy should be and not to listen to Xavi. Somehow she always knows what advice he’s going to need for a race.

Max, on the other hand, was something he’d not expected. It came out of nowhere during his teenage years. They’ve known each their for so long and yet Charles had yet to hold a semi decent conversation with him.

Max is a good driver and everyone knows it. He’d blamed it on respect at first but now they are 20 and Charles can’t help but memorize every stupidly little detail about him.

He determined that he must be mentally I’ll. Or bisexual. Or both.

“Your eyes are going to get stuck if you keep staring like that.” Teases Sebastian. Charles hadn’t even realized he’d zoned in on the happy could. Max dancing poorly with her to some imaginary music. He just moves he’s eyes to the table. Hoping the German doesn’t think much about it.

“Why so glum?” Asks the older male. Charles sucks in through his teeth. He definitely doesn’t want to explain that he’s attracted to both his daughter and her boyfriend. He’d probably thing he was crazy.

“Jealous, I suppose.” He settles for.

“Of which one.” Charles snaps his head up to Sebastian. A cheeky grin spreading across his face. Surely he can’t be that easy to read, right? “Don’t worry, I’ll keep your secret.”

Charles is stumbling over his words. Questions of how he knows attempt to come out but sound like gibberish. Thankfully Seb understands him.

“You make puppy eyes at both of them all the time. You should be glad they’re both oblivious. It took her and Max years to figure it out.”

The first time he’d been relieved since this conversation started. Neither of them had noticed him. His friendship with the two was as close as he was going to get and he planned to keep it that way.

She’d been staying with Max that night. It was hard to find time to just be in each others presence during race weekends. Her mind was racing this weekend for some reason. Her nightmares had been getting worse recently, so she opted to keep herself awake and let Max sleep.

Her head was absolutely throbbing. She’d already stopped a few nose bleeds. She even tried levitating around random objects to get some of her energy out. Nothing was working.

Her vision was going now. She didn’t want to wake Max, but she couldn’t help the cries of pain the wracked her chest. The feeling of the floor. Then a person?

This was definitely a vision. Not a small one by the looks of it. She’s had a few of these before. Where she sees more then a moment and is able ti get a clearer picture.

She’s following around Charles. The Monegasque is racing. It’s the same track they are at now. She looked at the clock. Tomorrows date. Some time around 4.

Charles’ car has a rear tire explode. His car sending him into the wall. She can see his body dangling as the car flips itself.

Then she’s back. The white hot pain still searing her veins. Max holding her gently in his lap. Why does she feel like it’s still going?

She loses sight of Max one again and is thrown into another image. Her and Max sharing an intimate moment embracing each other.

She can’t help the smile that creeps onto her face.

Someone else joins them now. Their intimate moment now being shared.

She’s confused. She’s scared. And she’s in so much pain.

Max held her as the pain dies down. He already had a wet rag in hand to hopefully help cool her rising body temperature and wipe away the blood that was stuck to her.

“Do you want to talk about what you saw?”

“Charles is going to crash tomorrow.”

“But you’re not going to let that happen are you?” There is a smug smile on his face. He already knows what she’s planning. Her and Charles had become relatively close since he’s been at Ferrari. Max actually thought their relationship was oddly cute in a way.

“I saw something else, also.”

“Yeah?”

"We were hugging and smiling. Then, someone else showed up. But it didn't ruin it? Like - they joined us, I guess."

Max ponders for a moment. It's not something he would've considered. It's definitely not something he would've seen himself doing.

The girl panicking on the floor makes him think she probably has no idea that it's actually pretty normal for that to happen nowadays. She's spilling words about how she'd never do that to him.

"Shush. I think we can figure this out in the morning." Max heaves her off the floor and into bed. Continuing to stroke her hair until she falls asleep.

She was on edge all day. She repeatedly warned Charles about his tires. She warned Seb about his tires and Charles.

It was nearing four o'clock now. She was watching the tire degradation, and Charles was getting close to not having anything left.

She ran. Ran to get on the radio and tell someone about his tires.

Thankfully, they listened. She hadn't been wrong about things yet. Charles came into the pits and got new tires.

The relief that washed over her when he crossed the finish line in one peice was immense.

Check didn't care he finished sixth. She ran to him regardless.

Charles was shocked when she jumped into his arms. She'd done this before. she always hugged him him when he was done racing. He learned early that she likes physical contact over words.

This hug was different. He could feel the tension actively leaving her muscles.

He just embraced her. Letting himself relax into her hold.

She was pacing in Sebs hotel room. Max had been attempting to get her to relax her body. Seb was sitting at the table watching the two go back and forth. Then there was Lewis.

Max had told him the interesting predicament they'd found themselves in. Seb had not really understood everything about it, and Max was doing a terrible job at trying to explain it to him. So he had asked Lewis to attempt.

Lewis had explained the idea of polyamory. The same idea Max was trying to explain. The same thing the girl pacing the room was not understanding.

"geliefde, we don't have to think about it."

"Why are we thinking about it exactly?" Pipes Lewis. He'd been quiet since she started pacing. After his explanation of something she'd never heard of.

All of them freeze. What are they supposed to say? She had a vision of the future and saw them with another male? A ridiculous notion.

Lewis looks between them all. The other three look between each other.

Seb looks at her. His face is caring and gentle. "She's been having some revelations about the world recently."

Lewis either is just nodding in understanding because it's the truth or he knows their lying and doesn't want to push further. Either way, at least he dropped it.

Back in Max's room, she'd finally been able to calm down. It still didn't make any sense to her, though. Why was Max so okay with this?

Max, unbeknownst to her, was pondering the idea. He'd learned to just flow with her visions. It wasn't set in stone but sometimes it was okay to just let it happen. This was one of those things that he was genuinely open to try if she saw him doing it.

Somewhere in his brain, he could find thoughts that he locked away. Things he thought were weird and decided never to open the box to that again.

Obviously, she wasn't opposed to the idea either. She saw herself in that vision. Her feelings are much different than Max's, though. He could see the shame in her eyes every time she looked at him.

Finally, he'd gotten her here. He's kneeling down in front of her while she sits on the bed. His hands are placed on either side of her thighs.

"I'm going to tell you how I feel about this and then I want you to be completely honest about your feelings, okay?"

She nods her head. Still avoiding his eyes. The guilt to much for her.

"I'm willing to see where this goes. We don't have to try to change anything. From what you saw, we're both happy. I quite like seeing you smile." His pointer finger quickly moved upwards, and the pad just barely touches the top of her nose. "Now, explain to me what you're feeling because unlike you, I am no superhero."

Superhero. A nickname she earned a year ago when she first showed him. He ranted about how she was like a few comicbook superheros he's seen. She wasn't fond of it at first, but now it feels endearing.

"I don't understand it yet. I'm not saying it's a bad thing. It's just that Hanna and seb had told me that it's two people, not three or more, like Lewis was explaining earlier."

Max nods his head in understanding. His hope is that it helps her keep going. He keeps up comforting little touches along her body.

"I'm not going to try to change anything, but I also don't want you to he upset. I've seen relationships at the paddock end because of someone else getting in the way."

"Well, those relationships were not meant to he three people. Maybe ours is. I've seen you with far too much love to give. I feel it would only be natural to let others in."

Charles couldn't help staring at her. Her stupid smile was making him swoon.

She was trying to tell him about something she's working on. Yet his mind was too far away to heat what she's saying.

She grabs his hand. Her attempt at pulling him back to earth. "Charlie? Are you okay?"

"Yes, sorry. I'm a bit out of it today." He laughs. His stupid nervous laugh.

"Want to go for a walk to clear your head?"

"That sounds amazing."

Their in Silverstone this weekend. A place he knows fairly well. This walk made him see things he hadn't before.

"Is Max going to be upset you're walking alone with a different guy?" Charles is very aware that Max is protective of her. Mostly from people she doesn't know, cameras, and the media, but it still doesn't change the fact that he could get punched for this.

He takes note of how she bites her lip. "No, I texted him you were having a rough day and needed a friend."

He hums. The only response that feels appropriate.

He didn't notice how he kept walking, and she had stopped. Her hands rubbed her temples. "Are you alright?" Concern is etched into his face.

Somehow, he'd missed the car speeding towards him. He curses how quiet electric engines are. He thinks it might be the end. The way he attracts tragedy finally catching up with him.

He feels his body being thrown to the side. He thought the hit would be more painful. Maybe the pain just hasn't registered yet. The little patch of grass on the side of the road catches him. The fall felt abnormally slow.

Charles lifts his head to inspect his body. He feels fine. Better than fine, actually.

He drags himself up and glances at where his friend is. Panic immediately rises as he sees her on her knees with blood running down the side of her face.

He thinks the car might have hit her. But she looks perfectly fine aside from that. A car would have cause more frontal damage, and she probably would have hit her head.

Then again, he felt better then perfect right now.

He runs over to her and drops to his knees. His hands reach to gently cradle her face. She's panting and trying to get to her phone, but her hands are so shaky she can't type anything.

"Can I?"

She just nods and hands the device over to him. She was trying to call Max.

Max is almost flying out of the paddock. Yelling to Christian that he'd be right back.

He found Charles only a few blocks away. Keeping the head of his girlfriend elevated. Her face seemed paler, and there is a trail of crimson on the sides of her face.

Oh. Oh no.

Max pulls over and gets out of the car. "What happened?"

"A car came out of nowhere, speeding. I thought I got hit, but I don't know now, and she's like this, but I don't think it hit her either." Charkes spills in one breath.

Him and the Monegasque had been friends for a while. Well- as close of friends as rivals can be.

She's still awake and mildly coherent. She'd overexerted most likely.

"Schat, can you tell me what happened, please? I need to know how to help you."

Charles is confused by the question. Obviously, from what he'd explained, she'd most likely been hit by a car.

"Couldn't let gim get hurt." She mumbles. Somehow, Max knows exactly what she said, and Charles is left to decipher the meaning. Is it an English thing?

How could she have stopped the car? She wasn't even close to him!

Before Charles has a chance to ask anything, he's helping haul a female body through the 'secret' paddock entrance. The one usually used for emergencies. Max and Charles both figured this could constitute as one.

Charles was still confused why they weren't taking her to the medical center. Or anywhere else that would be able to help her better than they could.

Seb met them outside the Ferrari motor home. The door to his room open and waiting.

"What happened?" He looks at max expectantly for an answer.

"She over exerted herself, I think. Possibly moving Charles and healing him simultaneously."

"I'm sorry, what?" Charles is eyeing the two of them. The two only stare at him.

"Dies he know?" The German asks Max. The Dutch shook his head no and bit his lip. Seemingly giving away some secret.

Charles is confused, frustrated and concerned. He let's out a string of French words that neither can understand.

"I'm going to see if I can't clean her up and see if she'll wake up. Can you take Charles to his room and explain to him what happened?"

"Like- explain explain? Or explain?"

"He's seen it, so there's no use in hiding it now. By the looks of it, she was also willing to out herself for him."

Then Charles is being dragged off once again. Now to the comfort of his room instead.

The Dutchman practically forces Charles to sit down. "I'm going to explain to you, and you have to promise you will never speak a word of it."

Charles is still shocked by it all. Even in the evening after he's done all his media chorse, he still doesn't get it.

He knew there were some things about her that were weird and that her childhood was shit, but this is just insane.

He makes his way up to Max's hotel room. His brain still trying to process.

He thinks about turning around when he gets to the door. However, it's like they are reading his mind or something because Max opens the door as soon as he steps in front of it.

"Welcome!" Max moves aside to let him in. Charles takes cautious steps forward. His eyes landing on the bed where his friend lay.

She looks better now. Her face has some color back to it. The blood is gone. He's happy about it, but now he feels awkward.

"It's okay, Max told me that you know now." She sits up but doesn't look him in the eyes.

Max let's them have space yet remains perched on the corner. The guardian he's used to seeing.

Charles sits on the edge of the bed closest to her. She looks panicked.

"It's a lot to process."

She shakes her head. Her eyes find Max for some sort of support. It was easy with him.

"It doesn't mean that I'm going to stop loving you or anything. It's just information to take in and understand because it's new." He rambles. Not even realizing he let the L word slip.

Now her eyes find Charles'. They look for understanding. Charles then knows his mistake. His hand flies over his mouth in embarrassment. Cheeks are now growing red and warm.

"I'm so sorry. That wasn't meant- I-"

Charles stands up and is about to bolt before Max rudely blocks his way out.

He looks back at her as Charles tries to find a way through. "Is the face less foggy now?"

Charles is now confused, frustrated, awkward, and embarrassed. It's a combination that can't get any worse.

She's staring at him. Her eyes bore into his soul. The worst part is that Max is laughing about it.

Somehow, they had a feeling this could happen. She had a vision where they were not a couple but a trio. Now, she was trying to see if she could recall a resemblance. Charles adds insecure to his growing list of unpleasant emotions.

"I don't remember." She confesses. Guilt creeps onto her face.

"Well, the question is, do we want to try this?" Max asks with such confidence.

It throws charles' head into a tizzy. The two people he thought were the farthest out of reach are actually the closest? It seems unreal. "Have you two already talked about this?" Charles is hesitant in asking.

"After her vision, yes. There's been some discovery on our end, and it's something we're willing to try."

The girl nods her head in agreement. Her eyes light up now that Max has taken control of the conversation.

"Okay, I'm willing to give this a shot."

"I can't read minds, I need your open and honest feelings. If we're going to do this, then you're going to have to be vulnerable."

Max takes Charles hands in his. Their arms now stretch the length of the small table.

It's the touch that gets him. He'd seen Max do it to her a thousand times and constantly longed for it himself.

"I've actually been crushing on both of you- for awhile now." He admits.

The two look up at him with both surprise and warmth. They were glad to hear this. Relief floods through Charles allowing him to continue speaking.

"I thought I was broken or something because I wanted to be with both of you at the same time. I thought it was impossible, but here we are." Charles looks anywhere but at them.

Then she's next to him. Her lips pressed against his forehead in an endearing way.

It's weird that her powers had somehow managed to help her get two partners.

They take things slow. They keep open communication between the three of them. They double-check everything until they learn comforts and boundaries.

They are almost through the season now. They've come to Abu Dhabi.

Charles is an anxious mess. He jas a chance to help move the team up, and he wants it so bad.

It's the night before, and he can't sleep for the life of him. He checks his phone, sending a quick text to their group chat. Mostly filled with funny cat videos from Max.

It doesn't take long to get a response, and he's on his way.

Charles has gotten used to the fact that she will always be able to open the door as soon as he gets there. He barely bothers slowing down as he enters the room and falls face first on the bed.

"Rough night?" Asks Max.

"Like you wouldn't believe."

The girl playfully lays herself across the two. The weight of her body comforting to them both.

Max dosen't let it stay that way, though, as he rolls them all over and peppers both of their faces with chaste kisses.

It doesn't take Charles long to fall asleep with them. His and Max's arms tangled up with the girl in between them.

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finalgilmoregirl · 5 months

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☆ random thoughts about what i think being in a relationship with mike would be like :

a/n : no gender specified, no y/n + no mentions of the actual movie plot

he’s actually pretty quick to open up after the first couple of dates. i think he would want you to know his situation as soon as possible and understand what you might be getting yourself into if the relationship has any chance of becoming long term.

he also does it for abby’s sake, he doesn’t want you to meet her and accidentally say the wrong thing, or be surprised by their situation so much that you get scared off, leaving poor abby confused.

likes watching horror movies, but only over the top, borderline goofy ones (i.e. nightmare on elm street, child’s play, gremlins, signs). he gets fidgety and even anxious during any where the antagonist is human, some might hit a bit too close to home.

cheesy low budget slashers have a pass. the acting is bad enough and the plot is predictable enough to keep him entertained but not lead him to spiral. those and again, goofy ones are when he pulls out the “here, i’ll protect you” move about fifteen minutes in, of course just wanting an excuse to hold you.

he’s the worst at grocery shopping. he always goes when he’s hungry which leads to too many snacks and frozen meals. and as much as you love the convenience, you know he and abby can’t live like this. which leads to you pushing the cart around while he holds the list you made and grumbles things like “when are we even going to eat rice?” and “i don’t need all of these vegetables, they’re just going to go bad.”

in the end, he’s grateful. and abby is too now that you introduced them to the world of easy to make side dishes.

stealing his clothes duh!! he could groan about how he’d been looking for that hoodie or his sweatpants and sometimes even socks (yes even the ones with the holes in them) but at the end of the day he’ll allow it because he loves the way his clothes look on you, and you love smelling like him.

like i mentioned earlier, he lives for touch. it’s something he didn’t know he was missing until he met you. then it’s all he wants when he’s around you. it can be you running a hand through his hair, or him pulling your back into his chest with an arm around your shoulder.

he loves forehead touching. he loves it when you do it as a way to cheer him up, making a silly face, causing him to pull away and giggle into your neck. he loves it on late nights where he’s just woken up from another bad dream and you do it to calm him down, allowing him to match his breath with yours. he loves it after a moment of passion, and as he stares into your eyes all he sees staring back is pure adoration. it’s the intimacy in the close proximity that he never gets tired of.

he has a temper but it’s hard to blame him. it comes from a place of anxiety, where any high stress situation causes a fight or flight response in him. he hates it about himself, and even after you forgive him after an argument for snapping at you or abby or for shutting you out at a time when he shouldn’t, he still kicks himself for it.

abby usually taking your side in debates just to spite her brother. even if its about something she has no knowledge about, you're in the right! which usually leads to mike jokingly mumbling about how much she likes you more than him.

finally, date nights!!! and as much as mike likes the idea of going out for drinks or for dinner and a movie, he and his wallet favor a more intimate night in at his home. these kinds of dates are few and far between, since its hard for mike to find someone he trusts enough to send abby away with. but on the rare chance that she gets invited to a friends slumber party just a block over, he takes it and spends the night drinking and laughing with you over a plate of your guys' favorite take out orders.

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hope you enjoyed! ☆ requests are open btw

#mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt fluff #kelly : mike thoughts 💭

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theemporium · 1 year

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Sirius x (preferably james's sister) reader with the song pretty face by Public? pretty please :)

love your writing btw <33

not quite sure what this is because i listened to the song and somehow this came from it🤠anyways thank you for requesting!!🖤

“You look beautiful.”

You whirled around, the fabric of your dress spinning with you as you turned to find your brother’s best friend standing in the doorway of the suite, dressed in a fitted suit like the other boys had been wearing earlier when you saw them outside the window.

The clock on the wall had been haunting you all morning, the seconds ticking by and the black hands slowly moving around the face until they quickly approached the time that left a pit deep in your gut. The fabric of your dress was overwhelming, the corset was too tight and the veil on your head felt like the weight of the world.

You were happy.

You were supposed to be happy.

Why didn’t you feel happy?

“Is it normal for a bride to cry on her wedding day?”

The question caught you off guard considering the plethora of other people who had seen you hadn’t even questioned the red rimmed eyes, but he did. He always noticed the small things about you.

“They are happy tears,” you told him with a strained smile on your lips, one that you knew he would look right through but you didn’t have the energy for anything else right now. You had the rest of the day to fake your emotions and smiles through, you could let your guard down a little right now.

“Are they?” Sirius asked simply and the bluntness of the question was enough to crumble the wall a little more.

“I don’t have a choice, Sirius,” you whispered, scared if you said the words any louder then the rest of the emotions would come flooding out.

“Yes, you do,” he said in a strained voice as he quickly moved across the room, the door shut behind him as he walked towards you. His face softened a little at your expression and, before either of you could stop him, he raised his hands to wipe away your tears. “You don’t know him.”

“I know some things about him,” you supplied weakly.

“You don’t know him well,” Sirius said with a single shake of his head. “And he doesn’t know you the way I do.”

“Sirius—”

“You know I’m right, love,” he whispered, his eyes gleaming with hope as you sunk into his touch. You sought out his familiar touch, the same hands that helped you through so much growing up and here he was again. He was always there.

“If my brother finds out—”

“I’ll deal with James,” Sirius assured you, taking a step closer as his hands cupped your face. “I’ll deal with them all. Just say the word and I can call this whole thing off.”

“What about the guests?” you whispered, the guilt settling in your stomach but the relief outweighed it. “What about all the planning and—”

“I don’t care about anything but you,” Sirius told you plainly enough. “I’ll throw the flowers in a fucking fire myself if needs be.”

You cracked a smile.

“Say the word and I’ll cancel this nonsense.”

You let out a heavy breath.

“You should marry a man you love,” Sirius whispered to you. “Not a man you feel like you need to marry out of duty.”

“I don’t want to let them all down, Sirius,” you whispered back, your eyes welling up with tears just like they had been doing all morning.

“You could never let me down, baby, no matter what,” he told you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I don’t wanna get married today.”

“Then you won’t.”

“I’m tired, Sirius.”

“Let’s get you out of that dress and into something more comfortable, yeah?” he murmured as his fingers already began making way of removing the veil pinned into your hair. “Then you can take a nap whilst I sort everything out.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

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kaylas-world-0 · 6 months

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DRUNK LOVER

Masterlist

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃: Yes || No

Pairings: Nine x Reader

They/them // She/her // He/him // Other

Summery; We got a little bit drunk and cross a little line~

Warnings: suggestive themes, cursing

Word Count: 1500

A/N: This takes place in an alternative universe and don’t worry about Nine’s age. And do not worry, nothing too nsfw-ish but incase some of you don’t like it and not wanna be jumpscared over this I’ll put warnings down below~

@ctheathy Hmm, hope you like this my friend~ And sorry if it’s a bit short and weird.

Btw does anyone want to be in the tag list?

HAVE FUN!

You stumbled your way to the secret pathway in the subway, automatically walking towards the metal door. It was the middle of the night, not even subways working in these unholy hours. But you didn’t give much care about it. After all, you weren’t using the normal way to get in otherwise it would be a problem. You weren’t in a state to care anyway. In fact you caused more trouble on your way here. You stop to glance at the walls that have some old scratch marks on it with your unfocused gaze, suddenly all your focus on them, only for Nine to grumble and tug you away with a tight hold over your arm.

You hissed with his grip but didn’t complain. Even though Nine was furious about your careless actions over the evening and with your highly drunk self, he softened his grip a bit. He shook his head and scowled to himself. Like always, he had to step in before you do something to risk your life. Even walking around aimlessly on the streets is a big security failure. Thank god he erased all the evidence, so the Eggforcers won’t bother them about it. The human is nothing without his help in this state. Erasing them was easy, the thing he was mad about is your reckless attitude and he had to deal with the consequences all the time. As if he doesn't have more important things to deal with. But right now yelling at you would be meaningless. Also he needs to calm down himself. He also has more serious things to take care of which is involving some good focus, so after tapping the password with his tail he turned to drag you inside only to notice you were about to drop down from the edge to the rail line. He panicked and launch forward before you can fall. He gripped your arm and forcefully pulled you up with a grunt. A heavy sigh leaving his lips as you laid on the ground next to him with an innocent face. He rubbed his face, annoyed and held your figure by his tails and dragged you back inside the metal door as it slide shut after you both entered.

He carefully helped you the whole way to not trip so much and fall over. But with you losing your balance all the time and tripping over your own FEET made it much harder to work with. It was really testing his patience. He opened the door to his room and threw you on his bed, not minding how you landed in the dark room and groaned.

“You’re sleeping. Now.” And shut the door while ignoring your muffled whines inside. He knows you are in no position in fighting back, neither him. He was both mentally and physically tired. Though he would never accept that, especially when he had work to do.

When he finally sat on his chair he drag a long exhale and rested his limbs, he slide down on it a bit as he get a bit more comfortable and relaxed his aching figure. He groaned with his sore back, he grabbed on his shoulder to massage a little, grunting unsatisfied when he couldn’t do much. He shook his head ignoring it and rubbed his eyes and moved on with it. He still had a lot to do, so he moved his chair to his work table and looked back where he left off, quickly continuing with the aid of his tails, his organic ones twitching with how uncomfortable he felt with his metal ones right there. They felt extra heavy then normal. His tired body doing a poor job with carrying them at the moment because of all the previous running and fighting he did today but, of course, he ignored it. His sore legs literally screamed for him to not get up and rest, at least he listened to that. Ignoring his body begging for him to took his metal tails off.

After a while things just got slower and sloppy, he even stopped working with his hands leaving it to his tails, too exhausted to move a finger. His eyelids heaver then usual and it was getting harder to focus, even lifting his head was a pain to deal with for him. It was quiet, almost too quiet, not a sound coming from his room. Thankful that you finally fell asleep not making any more noise, he let himself finally work in peace. But the silence is not helping his tired mind. His focus still over his work, determined and stubborn to finish it, prying his half lidded eyes to stay open.

He rubbed his eyes and halted, a yawn escaping his lips. He decided this can’t continue like this or he was gonna fall asleep any minute. He get up from his seat with a huff and cracked his sore limbs with a satisfied moan. He couldn’t ignored his aching back any longer and with a displeased gaze he clicked his belt off. His hand shaking with how heavy it is, scoffing to his weak self, he grabbed it with both of his hands trying to prevent himself from shaking and dropped his heavy tails on his table and left to go get some coffee. He arched his back, not a crack could be heard as he huffed with a gruff sigh. He leaned over his kitchen table bored out of his mind and a tad bit annoyed as he waited for his coffee to be done, drumming his fingers over the table. Why can’t he just couldn’t get the satisfying feeling over his back? He was longing for that for a while now.

He hummed as he smelled his coffee and breathed out with a happy sigh. He needs this to wake up, like his life depends on it, which he might be exaggerating but whatever he didn’t care. He sipped and gulped the hot flavor down to his needy throat with big gulps, not caring his tongue burning in the meantime. He sighed literally can feel the hot steam coming out of his mouth. He walked back to his main place, now a bit awake with the new pain on his tongue and ready then ever to go back to his work. That’s until he should have known better than to underestimate you. He was nearly choking on his coffee when he saw you sitting and wide awake on his seat, slowly spinning yourself on it while you obviously waiting for his arrival, which was proven when your eyes met with his, you stopped moving. You two stared until Nine scofed, “What are you doing on my seat.”

You shrugged. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Okay… at least get on another seat. I need to work.” Luckily for him you listened more then obediently, happily and he peacefully sat on his seat while you continued observing him. He shruged off your weird giddy behavior, guessing it’s alcohol’s side effects. What made him swallow hard was how your gaze was traveling on his body. You stared at his body like a starving person straining for some food. He ignored it nevertheless, shaking his head and gulping down the last bit of coffee on his cup while you watched him drink eagerly. He ignored it once again and put the now empty cup on his table, he was literally breathing out steam for a second with how hot it was. He ignored the pain like always and continued on. It's fine. Pain can wake him up even further. He licks his lips and looks back at his work only to pause. Where… are his metal tails?

He sighed, he didn’t want to interact with you at the moment but he can throw that aside for now for the sake of his tails. He glance at you, “Where are my tails?”

You blinked and like it was obvious, pointed towards his organic ones. Nine held his breath, clenching his fists not wanting to say something that might upset you, not that you are in a condition to take it as offensive but… what you did somehow felt like an insult from his side, something itches inside him but he should have known better than asking something like that to you in that state. You’ve been pushing his patient far too much today. With both your actions and words. Why are you looking at him like that? He would never admit how it makes him feel. Yes, uncomfortable and nervous but… He took a deep breath and reminded himself that you are unaware.

He rubbed his eyes, “No… I meant where is my belt? You know the one attached to my metal tails. I know you take it. Where did you put it?” He tried to describe it a bit more for you trying to click something inside your head.

You shrugged again like you have no clue even what it was. Nine bit the inside of his cheek and rubbed his tired eyes, trying to not seem annoyed. It’s okay. They are drunk. They doesn't know what they are doing even though it’s their doings that led them drunk in the first place. He can easily handle his work without the tails aid.

He grumbled and turned back to his work.

“am hungry.” He paused and sighed, his ears dropping in annoyance.

He tapped his fingers then slowly turned to you, can’t hide his annoyance anymore, “Okay, fine, what do you want?” It’s not like he could scowl at you and shoo you away to leave him alone and get your own food. He feared that you would burn his kitchen at some point.

You dropped down from your seat causing Nine to flinch in worry and shock, he was about to reach for you to help you up but freezed on his spot when you started to crawl your way to his lap and snuggled your face deep in his hoodie, inhaling his comforting scent. His body stiffened, his breath caught in his throat, his cheeks flushed, confused with your sudden affectionate state, not used to it. But he didn’t have the energy to pull you away, nor he did feel like doing it… He suddenly realized how much he missed your touch. He hates to admit it but he melts every time you do it and always looks forward to it. No matter what, it helped him to relax, lay back, sleep in peace, forget his worries and anger. Of course, he would never ask for one and only wait if you would give him one nor will admit it… ever. He missed this. Your affection. It’s been a while since he felt your arms wrapped around him with nothing but pure love ever since you stopped your affectionate self after your… fight a few weeks ago.

He sighed, tears pricked over his eyes, he quickly blinked them away and laid his head over yours, in peace, his arms felt heavy but he hugged your waist softly anyway.

“Love you, Nine.” His ears twitched with your muffled voice causing him to cough on his breath, eyes wide in shock.

“You- You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He sighed, closing his eyes tightly, this was wrong you are not yourself, you don’t know what you are doing. You hate him he knows it. You are only stuck with him because of the Chaos Council. After that fight you two had he is sure of that. You only acted nice because you had no one like him. He didn’t— He— “Nine…” The way you breathed out his name with such heavy feeling, his breath hitched. You… Is it possible that you could be..?

He yelped when he felt your warm hand over his tails, softly petting them, he gritted his teeth, his breath picking up, memories flooding in his head but they quickly faded away as quick as they came when he remembered it’s only you and the gentle touches you use causing his heart to skip a beat. You are drunk and you are still really careful with him. He closed his eyes thightly. His breaths slowing down as his body started to relax in your embrace.

He tightened his hold over you, hiding his head away in the crook of your neck, not wanting you to see his tears. He sighed happily, sniffing, his tails swaying. He didn’t know why but he just… decided to forget everything at that second. Maybe he was just this desperate for some physical contact.

You slowly bring your hands over his shoulder, gripping them as he groaned, he breathed out as you massaged them. He bit his lover lip when you find a sore spot.

“Ah..” He trembled, “Ah, Shit, yes, there- there nnh.” He gasped and buried his face even deeper, leaving himself over your care as he moaned happily, finally satisfied.

You traveled your hands behind his back massaging him as he let you do your thing, you sneak your hand under his hoodie and continue massaging his back to his shoulders taking his hoodie in the meantime. He didn’t seem to even care about it, too deep in his bliss to even notice. You throw it away somewhere and crawl on top of his lap, he laid back on his seat, continuing holding your waist, tightening his grip here and there when you rub a good spot. His eyes tightly closed, he arched his back with another sore spot getting the attention it needed, a loud moan escaped his lips. Now his hoodie out of the way he felt your hands much better over his shoulders.

He blinked his eyes open when he felt something soft brushed his lips, he knitted his brows and closed them again not minding at the moment, even leaving a muffled moan in your lips as he lost himself in this familiar sensation he missed so dearly. He shivered when he felt your warm hands over his chest, playing with his soft messy fur. He grumbled with the loss of your massage but quickly forgot it with your lips parting away, stealing his breath. His hands boldly groping your hips while the bitter tastes of alcohol reaching his taste buds. Your hands traveled even further down on his chest, now exploring his abdomen, sometimes brushing over his shorts, your fingers slipping inside his tyre. His lungs burned with the need of air, he nearly whimpered when he had to part his lips from yours as he panted for his lost breath, didn’t wanted to separate himself from you, a string of saliva still connecting you with him.

He grabbed your sneaky hands and pulled them over his shoulders, pulling you in as his half lidded eyes met with yours, his hand playing with the hem of your shirt.

He swallowed and licked his lips, his eyes going between your lips to your needy gaze, a chuckle rumbled out from his chest, “Not too fast” he whispered.

He freezed, his eyes widening as his breath choking in his throat when you suddenly grind your hips over his groin. His courage quickly fading away as his face flushed red and his mouth opened wide with your boldness. Or should he say because of your lost sense of all the right perception in yourself. He gasped and quickly gripped your hips trying to prevent you from grinding further, “h-HEY! That’s enough!” He pushed you off of him. Not letting you drop flat on the ground but he literally fleed from your hold, face as red as a tomato. He know recalling his forgetten hoodie on the ground, he quickly grabbed it and wear it back in shame. What the fuck was he thinking?

“I’ll never gonna let you touch me next time you get drunk. Damn it, you better be thankful that you are not self aware.” He flushed with a groan. How can you be so bold and energetic in that state?

He dragged you and pushed you inside his room. “This time you are not getting out of there! Sleep!” He slammed the door on your upset face and grumbled stumping back to his chair.

He sit down and quickly gripped his face with a weak whine, “If I ever gonna let them seduce me again I swear…”

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rashomonss · 10 months

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Congrats on the 800 followers! Could you please do the angst prompt, “and they won’t even look at you..?” for Satan? Thank you!💚

thank you so much anon!! (๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪

and of course I can!! but ahh satan angst hurts my heart so muchhh

oh but btw I decided to use nightbringer satan, I hope you don’t mind, and enjoy! (๑>؂•̀๑)

lastly I believe one prompt is left open to claim for this event, and if you’d like to claim it, it can be found here!

“I’m so sorry”

“Just shut up,” Satan yelled.

“Woah no need to get so upset we’re just trying to help you out, unless you want this to get worse” Mammon sighed.

“Have you apologized to MC?” Belphie asked after a yawn escaped his mouth.

“No…” Satan said softly, staring at the fire in the living room.

“Well you should apologize first and foremost dear, then you can tell MC why you acted out the way you did” Asmo said leaning on the armrest of the couch.

“I don’t know where they are.”

“Well I called them over so you can speak to them now” Mammon said.

“What!” Satan then yelled, slightly panicking.

“The sooner you solve this the better” Belphie replied rolling over.

“He’s right ya know” Mammon added after a minute.

You followed the sound of arguing into the living room of the House of Lamentation and sighed. This day wasn’t going the best, and you couldn’t help but feel a slight bit of dread upon Mammon calling you over. Whenever he called you over, usually something bad had happened, so you prepared yourself before stepping into the living room.

However you were instead surprised to see Satan and most of the brothers arguing in the living room.

“What did you need Mammon?” You asked, walking closer to the couch that the majority of demons were laying on.

“Ah well actually Satan has somethin’ to tell ya”

“I see…” you then replied. Upon hearing the fourth born's name you sighed and began to walk back out the door.

“MC wait..!” Satan yelled running after you.

“Apologizes but I have to get back to Cocytus Hall now. If you all need anything please just text me for the rest of the day.”

“MC please…can we talk?” Satan asked, grabbing your hand.

“Let go of me, and no we can’t. You made it clear earlier that you had nothing important to discuss with me, so in return I have nothing to discuss with you either, now if you’ll excuse me” you responded breaking free from his grasp.

“MC please just listen. I promise it won’t happen again…I didn’t mean it. Please just look at me” He pleaded. For the first time Satan couldn’t understand why he felt so bad. Why did his chest ache so much?

“I said we had nothing to discuss so drop it Satan. Not every problem can be solved automatically after it’s created. I have no intention to speak with you as of right now, and I’ll probably be upset for a while, now good day to you all.”

And just like that you had disappeared out of the living room and soon the house.

Each brother that occupied the living room stared bewildered at what had just happened. They had never seen you that upset and to top it all off at Satan nonetheless…he was the one you had been the most patient with.

“Satan what did you do..?” Asmo asked softly.

“Yeah what the hell did ya do?” Mammon then added.

“It’s none of your business.”

“Well why did MC give ya the cold shoulder then?”

“Shut up”

“Yeah and not to mention the fact that they won’t even look at you..?”

“How did you even manage that?”

“Uh guys you’re not helping…Satan looks like he’s about to explode” Belphie said hiding behind the couch.

After Belphie spoke, Satan yelled and began to trash the living room as his brothers tried their best to sneak out, and once he was finished he made his way up to his room and slammed the door shut.

What was he feeling? Why was he feeling like this? He needs to know what emotion is currently overwhelming him at the moment and why.

But no matter how hard he tried to think about it he couldn’t exactly understand why he was feeling like this.

You usually told him what he was feeling and why he was feeling like that. You were always able to describe his emotions perfectly and now he needed you right now more than anything to help him express himself.

He then thought back to how this all happened. It started with both of you hanging out in his room enjoying each other’s company, that is until you both began to argue.

He doesn’t even remember how the argument started or what the purpose was, but he did remember the words he spoke to you.

“What would you know about me? What would you know about them? You’re even less a part of this so-called “family” than I am, so don’t try to act like you actually understand anyone, let alone me.”

He remembers the way your face dropped and the look of hurt that graced your eyes. He didn’t mean it…it just came out. It’s not like he wanted it too.

Satan wanted to finally show you that he wasn’t just some demon who was incapable of feeling something other than anger.

But as of right now, maybe everyone else was right, maybe he really was nothing but just a hot tempered demon who couldn’t do anything without you.

The thought made him upset and like usual so he did what he does best when upset, he destroys things.

However throughout his rampage he completely lost track of the book you had gifted him awhile back and proceeded to rip it to shreds along with others that sat in a pile in front of him.

It was only until he saw your handwriting, as the pages fell to the floor around him, that caused him to stop and cry out in anger and sadness.

#rashomonss 800 followers event #rashomonss asks #obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me nightbringer #obey me angst #obey me satan

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sanjisluvbot · 1 year

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Spending time with Yandere Strawhats x Black Fem reader

AN: Hello and welcome new readers, this is slightly a part three to my Isekai series and as I publish this I am thinking about creating separate fics for each of the characters below. If you want to be on a tag list I’ll add you 🫶🏽🫵🏽

MINI SPOILERS BTW

Luffy was the main source of light for your adventure. You hung out with him mostly in the middle of the day when the sun was at its peak. Other times it’s at the end of the day just before Sanji calls you in for the last meal. Those are your favorites, words don’t need to be spoken when you and Luffy are sitting on the head of the Sunny. At least not the words either of you want to hear at the moment. So you both sit in silence enjoying the false sense of bliss.

Luffy sits next to you in all meals, since you’re the favorite, he wouldn’t dare steal food from you.. most of the time of course. The first mate will always be to the other side of you as well neither taking their gaze off of you as if you were nothing but prey.

When you’re all on islands only few are assigned to take care of you and watch you. Nami, Robin, Zoro, Sanji and Jimbei, the rest couldn’t be trusted to not fall for you in their naivety.

When you were able to go adventure with Luffy you had more of a chance to escape when he was distracted by surroundings. However that didn’t last long, it was as if he had eyes on the back of his head. He would know exactly where you were hiding no matter what.

You got better at hiding behind a fake smile the more you hung out with Luffy. It was never a pretty sight with any of the crew when you angered them by mentioning your “ home”

Luffy would usually ignore you when you’d talk about home, he didn’t care about the past he just wanted to enjoy the present with all his friends. But those times you got under his skin he made your life a living hell.

Zoro wasn’t one to really welcome most with open arms especially with the way you ended up with the crew.

Zoro was one who put you in edge the most because even having one eye shut the man’s gaze makes one fully understand that if he wanted to he would end your life.

However that barley lasted a full week, after he found out you both had a love for drinking he made it a mission to get under your skin in the best ways he could. Always checking up on you, rescuing you when you’re in danger, wanting to play drinking games after dinner, and napping on the deck with him on warm days.

On new islands you would go pair off with Zoro, in order to fall into the shadows and disappear from the strawhat crew forever. However, Zoro was resilient, he always held your hand and never took that menacing eye away for more than a second.

You’ve tried to reason with him once when you both were drunk off your asses in the aquarium. “ I want to ask you something.. Zoro” with a heavy sigh he turned to face you from his spot on the floor. “ Why do you like to bother me when we are like this? You’re gonna ruin a good time”

His gaze was so intense making you gulp and turn away while his eye burned into your skull. It’s very unfortunate that this man is so attractive. “ I know it’s a lot to ask but-” “ Then don’t ask me I don’t have an answer to satisfy you y/n” you could tell when he was really inebriated, his hard exterior was down and he spoke to you with such a soft voice.

You and Nami spent most of your time together in her office. You liked to write and paint and she had tons of paper and ink.

Tanning on the Sunny was an essential it felt like you had a real girlfriend, you did your spa days together and talked about anything to come to mind. Sharing baths always made you blush since she would take the time to pamper you and scrub your scalp when it was wash day.

Nami had always been a great actor, that’s how she was able to survive those many years alone and ostracized from her family and friends. Bringing up home around her means waterworks.

It also means being punished by the whole crew because she told everyone you were thinking of an escape.

She loved taking you shopping, you were her little doll she wanted to dress up and take care of. She didn’t want to loose anyone else close to her which is exactly why she would go as far as getting you punished for a few days in order to make sure you can stay with her forever.

Ussop was the one you could relate to the most. You both were very similar in terms of being considered the weakest onboard and among other things.

Spending time with Ussop meant sometimes spending time with Chopper and Luffy playing games and pranks on crew members.

You learned about his garden and eventually started helping him take care of that. He spoke in depth about what he learned over the last two years and how his new seeds worked.

He turned you into a little inventor, bringing you under his wing and you were willing to learn anything and everything. You almost felt bad knowing the real reason you wanted to learn from him.

Sanji was enamored with you to the fullest extent. He is usually head over heels for anything that walks his way with boobs but you, you sparked something in him.

Spending time with Sanji meant you didn’t have to lift a finger because he waited on you hand and foot.

Sanji loved to have you perched on his side when he was cooking so you can taste everything and stroke his ego. He was such a charmer and you both got along so well since it was obvious you both had a soft spot for one another.

One islands like water seven you would pair off with him and go and explore the city and help him buy groceries. This is one of the main reasons out of all the Yandere Strawhats Sanji is the most obsessed. To him, those times were dates and godforbid something happened to you or you decided to leave him he would spiral.

When you used to talk about going home or one of the other crew members would tell him about things you been doing ( escape attempts ) he would get so angry his eyebrow going from left to right. This would cause Zoro and him to fight more often due to him wanting to take his anger out on anything.

Robin was the main one to keep you on your toes. Her eyes always let you know when to stop talking.

Spending time with Robin meant you were able to read a variety of books and inhaling knowledge just as she does. When you looked at books that resembles your situation she was always over your shoulder or had an eye pop up somewhere on your body.

“ Interesting book there y/n would you let me read it when your done?” Her smile never fully reached her eyes on most occasions which always left you drenched in a cold sweat because you knew.

You knew that escaping with someone like Robin on the crew was more than difficult, but you pushed that past you when you hung out. Sanji would bring tea and treats to the library and there would be soft music playing in the background.

Robin was serenity when you ignored the silent threats.

Spending time with the whole crew was usually meal times or when you had important business on an island.

Everyone bounced off each others conversations they truly stuck together like glue which is the main reason you’ve been with them so long.

No matter what the conversations always gravitated towards you. Each sharing their stories of time you spent together or future plans they had with you. Some of which you hadn’t even agreed to ( yet ).

It is hard to escape from a crew that you already ran away from once, they’d be damned if they let it happen twice.

#zoro x black reader #x black fem reader #platonic yandere #yandere strawhats #mugiwara crew #luffy x black reader #ussop x reader #one piece x reader #Nami x black fem reader #nico robin #Nico Robin x black fem reader #sanji x black reader #one piece headcanons #straw hat pirates

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secondratefiction · 4 days

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Hi there! Hope you’re doing well! Kicking that funeral services degree’s ass with any luck!! I was wondering if you would be up to writing a drabble for Jason or Tim (whoever you think fits the scenario best) as the boyfriend of a law student. Maybe where they’re living together and she’s just barely getting 3-5 hours of sleep a night while trying to study for finals, writing a full legal brief, practicing for oral arguments, getting ready for her summer associateship, and applying for moot court and law review. (Is this based on some poor law student’s real life? We may never know!) And just like her needing someone to be there and take care of her, but also her wanting to take care of him too even though she is very much Trying Her Best to Survive™? (Btw thank you so much for blessing us with batfam content galore, absolute ICON <3 )

Oh good lord… bless you and this ‘hypothetical’ poor law student. I know my degree is kicking my ass all across the state and back, so I can only imagine… They keep telling me the degrees are worth it… we’ll ride it out and see. Good vides, and better times love 💜

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Now I fully believe that Timmy would be wonderful at this in his own right… but every single thing about this request violently screams Jason Todd to me…

There are only so many hours and so many spoons in a day, and unfortunately a law degree takes up almost every single ounce of both of them

However, Jason has this innately ingrained need to take care of the people that matter to him, so this is exactly where he shines

He was always Alfred’s best protege, so the man cooks and cleans house like a pro. Not only that, but it’s something that he genuinely enjoys because they are simple and repetitive tasks that let zone out and go through the motions to decompress from his ‘other job’.

While he’s happy to take care of all of that and leave you to focus on the proverbial, ever-growing mountain of work you have - He’s not above making you stop to take a break.

It is not an uncommon occurrence for this man to literally close your laptop, throw you over his shoulder*, and haul you out to the kitchen table to sit down and have a meal with him.

((*I do not care what size you are, or what hang ups you might have about your weight, if this man can hold up a collapsing ceiling, he can carry you across y’alls apartment))

“Ok, I have physically seen you putting food and water into your body, you can go back to your cave now.”

This happens at least 2-3 times a week

He is concerned. Just humor him and let him love you.

Jason is 100% the type to be actively learning from anything you tell him

Some nights, when the insomnia and the nightmares decide to double team him, he’ll even sit up browsing through your textbooks just to try and understand everything you're doing more.

Tim get’s labeled the nerd of the family a lot, but really Jason would have been the family scholar if he’d had the chance

The second bedroom in your apartment is both your office and his library. That shit is floor to ceiling.

With that in mind he is always more than happy to be a sounding board when you need him to. Listen to what you’ve got, argue the other side if necessary

Dear god, just know what you’re getting into there… he lives for that kind of stuff, and he will come prepared. This is one of his all time favorite games, that comes second only to aggravating the living shit out of you (which, if he’s lucky, will be a bonus here)

95% of the time, Jason has got this, got you - focus on your school babe, I’ll take care of it… but that 5%? That bit where he’s not actually infallible? He so very desperately doesn’t want you to see that.

What you’re doing is important, and he doesn’t want the fact he had a rough night to be a distraction for you. This is where you enter a bit of a balancing act…

As much as you may want to put everything aside and take care of him, that is the fastest way to make him shut down.

Instead, grab a textbook and a highlighter. Go ‘make yourself some tea’ and pour him a mug too. Set everything up in the living room and drag him onto the couch with you.

Put his head in your lap, and just run your fingers through his hair while you do some reading.

Bonus points if you put a blanket over him

Poor baby is gonna melt in an instant and be out cold before you know it. Just keep playing with his hair and let him sleep.

And do not mention it if he is emotional when he wakes up… he’s never going to be good/get used to receiving love and affection. Do it anyway, and don’t make a big deal about it.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood imagine #batfam #reader insert #requests

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soobnny · 1 year

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SUE’S ENHYPEN FIC RECS

this obviously isn’t complete but these struck out to me a lot while i was making this list! i’ll update this or maybe make another one with additional fic recs when i find the time :)

☆ heeseung

familiar stranger — @bambisgirl

i rly liked the plot for this one. i found it funny the whole wanting him to take a picture of U, not like .. taking a pic together :( i just think that’s a rly charming point of the fic n i enjoyed following the scenario n just seeing how the both of them r reacting to the situation

we’re dating! (not really) — @jayflrt

one of my fav tropes ever. and one of my fav fics on here too! it’s just written so adorably and idk i love this so much. do u see like to the point i’m actually SPEECHLESS. just read this for a fun time n if u want to be smiling from ear to ear the whooooole time 🤭

☆ sunghoon

for the first time — @yaehao

perhaps my most favorite sunghoon fic (maybe even favorite fic in general) on tumblr. u do not understand how this story made me feel + i think it’s one of the reasons i got into writing for enhypen in the first place. it honestly expanded my passion for writing becos i wanted to be as good as op one day

12:08 pm | sticky notes — @luv4jun

this one’s a short read but it did stick out to me while i was reading it. honestly felt so realistic? everything felt vivid and real to me like it’s so sweet and it’s such a perfect read to remember before going to sleep

man of the hour — @sung5oon

i am a big actor!sunghoon enthusiast so this fed me WELL. fueled my silly little brain and i just … i love this. i love the trope and the au it’s playing in like !! i wish there was more actor!enha writings :”) i love it! definitely should read this one!

☆ jay

crushes & crashes — @restlessmaknae

this was such a good read. i remember just having the time of my life when i was reading this and just having a smile on my face the whole time :)

falling for you, i can’t keep you away — @ddeonuism

i just love hogwarts and harry potter au cos it’s the first book series i’ve ever read so anything in this alternate universe will make me scream. even more when it’s friends to lovers.

☆ jake

to all my firsts with you — @jayflrt

the silly thing is i have not read this fic yet but i KNOW it’s good. my friend recommended it to me and i enjoyed another fic written by op n love the way everything is written so i know this one’s golden too!

☆ sunoo

i’m gonna be real. i do not see much written for sunoo >:( let me know if u have a good fic rec aaaa i’d love to read more for him truly.

☆ jungwon

6:43 am — @iovnyu

this one fueled my daydreaming. u don’t understand how short and sweet this was like i could read it over and over again esp when i need a smile! will never fail to make u giggle

unrequited — @enhas-bestie

i honestly love how real this one felt. it’s the type that leaves your heart feeling heavy which is always a good feature when you’re reading angst!

lost cause — @yeongwonie

one of my most favorite jungwon fics of all time. it was written so beautifully and the flow is so easy to follow. just everything about this fic screams beauty and the plot is honestly just .. it’s so fun to read n just aaaaa. i can’t even express how much i love this fic

closer — @palajae

i read this one slowly becos i wanted to cherish every single moment and scene in the fic. this was one of the cutest things ive ever read like actual tooth-aching fluff. i remember just going back to this a lot and rereading it becos it gave me a new feeling every time i read it again.

blue birthday — @amakumos

drum roll please to my favorite jungwon fic on this app. i will never shut up about blue birthday and i will never stop coming back to this fic. the plot was something i’ve never read before and i just .. find myself rooting for everyone in the fic. it’s crazy how much i love this fic (btw this will be dethroned by kiss and cry also by yun i am gonna add it here as soon as it is released)

☆ ni-ki

sucks to be you, sleepyhead — @cloudninescenes

let’s talk about this one. the characterization and the flow of the story is so so pretty. i smiled the whole time with this one too :( i just love how riki is the teasing but down bad type. i love that trope so much. i cannot stress enough how much i enjoyed the plot too

lucky charm — @amakumos

one of my favorite — if not even my favorite ni-ki fic on here. i was giggling and laughing multiple times. honestly, you can count on yun for writing something you’ve never read before. her writing will always be my favorite. i remember talking about the original story with yun for this one so i feel #special

20th century girl — @delcakoo

guys i’m sorry but i was just giggling like a little school girl the whole time i was reading this. the characterization fits him SO much like i can imagine it so vividly and so clearly. like this is riki u are so right. and JUST!!! just read it and u will understand why i love it so much 🫶 i cannot wait to read the rest of op’s works when i have the time!

#☆ sue’s fic recs #enhypen fic rec #heeseung fic rec #sunghoon fic rec #jake fic rec #jay fic rec #sunoo fic rec #jungwon fic rec #ni-ki fic rec #fic recommendation

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hii would like to request chishiya x reader who is his spy, i just saw this tiktok https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMY2d6rFA/ and i need to read something about it asdgfjdkd

he looks so annoyed sklens

pairing: chishiya x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff (??) word count: 1.0k

warnings: mentions of blood, canon typical violence, i have never written anything canon compliant in my life, chishiya is a little ooc, the end is a little weird but i cannot write anything that isn't a happy ending romance lmao, guy in orange is karube btw

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i kinda struggled with the spy aspect of this ngl so reader is more of his informant lol i hope you like it :))

requests open !! read my rules first

chishiya smirks at you from across the balcony he’s leaning on. he brings his hand up to wave at you, watching the other players from above like a hawk. you wave back at him before slinking through the building.

the first few minutes of hiding are somewhat uneventful. you wince at every string of gunshots that rings out, keeping yourself hidden in the shadows of the darkness.

“let’s all team up!” a man yells. his voice is frantic as he yells down from somewhere above you. “come on, we can all win this together! please!”

he’s cut off by another string of gunshots that are too close for comfort. you make your way up through the staircase, away from the noise. you flinch when the tagger passes by the stairwell you’re standing in. they pause when someone behind you gasps. you frantically pull them away from the light, pressing a hand against his mouth and pushing him down the staircase. a man in a blue t-shirt stares at you with wide eyes as the tagger slowly begins to walk again.

slowly, you pull your hand away. “thank you.” he whispers. you nod, following him down the stairs to the second floor. “i’m arisu,” he says, bowing quickly.

“y/n,” you reciprocate. “we need to keep moving. the tagger will find us eventually if we just stand here.”

“right,” he nods, looking down the hallway behind him. “i’ll go left.”

you don’t get a chance to respond before he starts rushing down the hallway, testing doors along his way. following his lead, you make your way back into the stairwell, going back up to the third floor. above you, you can barely hear the sound of the tagger’s echoing footsteps through the hallway. two women gasp before the familiar sound of gunshots ring out.

“aya!” one of them yells. “you’ll pay for this! i’ll kill you!” she cries before a second round of gunshots rings through the building.

a woman jumps down onto the balcony in front of you before climbing back over the edge. she crouches down, bringing her hand up to her face is a ‘shh’ motion. you nod, gesturing for her to follow you into the stairwell. “what’s your name?” you whisper.

“usagi,” she replies.

“don’t worry, the tagger won’t find us here. we’ll hear them coming.” she anxiously glances back at the hallway again before letting out a little sigh. “i’m y/n.”

usagi freezes when someone starts yelling. “there are two buttons!” his voice is frantic. “it’s room 406! i need someone to press the other button!”

“406?” she whispers.

“that’s close by. i’ll go up the stairs, you can climb up the balcony.” usagi is quick to follow after you, rushing up the stairs before throwing herself up onto the outside of the building.

chishiya is holding the door shut when you get to the room. “i sent a girl in there,” you whisper.

he nods, cracking the door open a little. “i’ll give her the taser.”

“you called?” usagi pants, hoisting herself up over the edge and into the room. the timer continues to count down, only a few seconds remaining.

“here!” chishiya slides the taser across the floor to her. she’s quick to grab it, pressing it against the tagger’s side. the woman falls to the floor, body convulsing.

“the buttons!” arisu gasps. he scrambles to his feet, throwing himself at the button on the left wall. usagi follows after him, pressing the right button.

after a few tense moments of silence arisu lets out a sigh of relief. you glance over at the timer. 00:01. a small sigh escapes you as well as arisu collapses onto the ground. usagi pants, leaning back against the wall.

chishiya subtly pulls you away from the tagger. the terrified woman sits up, looking at you and then up at the timer. she frantically pulls at the collar around her neck before you turn away, grimacing at the noise of it exploding.

blood coats the walls and floor around you. some of it is splattered on your clothing. “y/n,” aguni calls from behind the cracked door, gesturing behind him. next to you, chishiya crouches down beside the woman’s body. you nod, following aguni out of the room and to the car back to the beach.

your shared room is dark when chishiya enters. the curtains are opened, exposing the lights shining from the party still raging on below. “anything new?” he asks, sitting across from you on the bed.

“not much,” you sigh, leaning back against the headboard. “the climber’s name is usagi. she’s friendly enough but seems like a loner. and the guy in orange isn’t a bad fighter. he’s stupid enough to try to kill the tagger but smart enough to bring a knife in.”

chishiya hums. “good to know.”

“the guy in blue who pressed the button is arisu. he could be useful.”

“you think so?”

“he was immediately willing to work with me and he made a call to action that we could win by all working together. i’m sure you could convince him to do some dirty work.”

“hm.”

“what did you take off the tagger’s body earlier?” chishiya pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket, handing it to you. it’s hard to make out in the dim lighting. you squint, leaning in a little closer. “what is it?”

“that’s what i’m trying to figure out.” he sighs.

you hand it back to him, moving to sit behind him. you run your hand up his back, gently squeezing his shoulders. “you’re tense.” you whisper. chishiya lets out a quiet groan. “you don’t have to do it all by yourself, you know. i’m here. you can talk to me.”

“don’t want you to get hurt.” his voice is quiet, almost like he’s embarrassed. you press a kiss against his temple, continuing to massage his shoulders.

“i know you’ll protect me.” he stifles a laugh, further relaxing against your touch. “you’ll be okay.”

chishiya leans back, pressing a peck against your jaw. “with you here, i always am.”

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